Day Of Truth

I'll never forget the way my eyes rolled back into my head 

Drunken god, so easily bled 

Fall between the seems, amputee 

You're so much like me, longing to be freed 

Have you come to hang me? Have you come to save me? 

So violent, it seems, scar tissue that takes the place of dreams 

And it screams, no 

I want to hold you, but life isn't fair 

I want to touch you; my arms are not there 

Self mutilation, part of my life 

Part of my strife 

Amputee, amputee, amputee 

Violent the song 

And as sick as the day is long